In New And Old Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Day and night
never the same,
into new life's flight
of a burning flame.
Nothing's returning
to its beginning,
only its yearning
inside is singing.

Love is here
and then it's gone,
to somewhere
going on and on.
Life is a beat
of times flight,
into life street
and back to night.

A story told
for every one,
in new and old
and then it's gone.
Fly your prime
to another shore,
don't lose its time
for evermore.

In new and old
that comes and goes,
you cannot hold
its burning glows.
For it is existence
of times living flame,
and goes into blanch
of never the same.